I'm a Purple. What are you?

People often hear that colors can easily represent your mood. I say that colors more affect it, than represtent it. Here's what I mean:
Without realizing it, the colors we surround ourselves with have a profound effect on how we feel mentally, and physically. It is suggested that the ancient Egyptians and Native-Americans used color (and light) to heal.
Colors are the environment of a business. Notice that a surgeon probably isn't wearing a red uniform, and a pharmacy won't be painted orange and green. Also, take note of all fast food chains in America. The basic colors for such are orange, yellow and red. Yellow and red are colors that are noted for increasing appetite. Appetite stimulants, if you will. Orange isn't a stimulant for appetite, but you'll find it in fast food joints, why? Because it makes the customers eat faster!
Ever tried to find a food that is blue in color? Blueberries aren't even blue, they're mostly purple!
While blue is one of the most popular colors it is one of the least appetizing. Blue food is rare in nature. Food researchers say that when humans searched for food in the neolithic stages, they learned to avoid toxic or spoiled objects, which were often blue, black, or purple. When food dyed blue is served to study subjects, they lose appetite.
WEIRD.
The studies of 'color psychology' was born in the 1970's.
It only makes sense, that when the Americans first got interested in surrounding themselves in every color, that we'd then start to evaluate colors. Ever since, a color industry has been advising the government on things like painting jails pink, to soothe the prisoners.

And although it's a generic consensis, scientists have concluded that not every one associates the same color, with the same mood.
In 1973, Francis M. Adams and Charles E. Osgood, two scientists at the University of Illinois, interviewed people from 23 cultures about how colors made them feel. They also reviewed all the existing scientific color studies (there were 89). The rate of agreement/consistency was about 70%.

The study, "The Effect of Appropriate and Inappropriate Stimulus Color on Odor Discrimination," taken in '08 showed that people trying to work under a blue or green light did much worse than people who's task was lit by white, orange or red lights.
Makes sense, being that almost all of our lighting is white, nowa days.
So was it just by the fact that white is what we're used to, or is the light really limiting our brain's capacity to function?

In another study, people were given a glass of green-tinted cherry or strawberry juice, and could not identify the odor. When the juice was red, they knew exactly what the smell was.

We'll often paint our homes in an off-white color. White is the color of sterility, but for some of us the color will drive us mad. Can you say that a gray room would drive you crazy? Why is the classic wedding gown white? White is the color that we see, when all colors come together, harmonically. Coincidentally hooked with coming together in harmony with another being? I think not.

Your favorite color might be your favorite because it makes you feel a certain way, or makes you remember a time when you felt a certain way. In turn, your color may change your mood entirely.
Color does affect your mood. The results may vary, but as a general rule, it falls under a category of listings.

Blue - peace, tranquility, calm, stability, harmony, unity, trust, truth, confidence, conservatism, security, cleanliness, order, loyalty, sky, water, cold, technology, and depression, reflects reliability.

Black - power, sexuality, sophistication, formality, elegance, wealth, mystery, fear, evil, anonymity, unhappiness, depth, style, evil, sadness, remorse, anger, underground, good technical color, mourning and death. Ever wonder where the black cat in your path came from?

Green - nature, environment, health, good luck, renewal, youth, vigor, spring, generosity, fertility, jealousy, inexperience, envy, misfortune.


Orange - expresses energy, balance, warmth, enthusiasm, vibrance, flamboyancy, and is demanding of attention.


Purple - royalty, spirituality, nobility, ceremony, mystery, transformation, wisdom, enlightenment, cruelty, arrogance, mourning.

Red - love, valentines, danger, desire, speed, strength, violence, anger, emergency exit signs, stop signs and blood.


White - reverence, purity, simplicity, cleanliness, peace, humility, precision, innocence, youth, birth, winter, snow, good, sterility, and marriage.

Yellow - joy, happiness, optimism, idealism, imagination, hope, sunshine, summer, gold, philosophy, dishonesty, cowardice, betrayal, jealousy, covetousness, deceit, illness, hazard, spirtuality and inspiration.


What does your color say about you?

Pain for the Soulless

Risking everything I've ever tried for
by becoming some one you won't live with.
I've never worked so hard in my life.
Walking through trials that were not my own.
Fighting battles that did not indulge my opinion.
Laboring and sweating for the intangible.
Laboring and sweating to become tangible.
Waging war upon myself
to stay that way.

I wanted nothing more than for you to see.
See everything.
The light, the dark, the beauty in life.
The beauty in you.
To leave you a stronger person.
To help you cast yourself into some one
that you could appreciate being.
In my attempts to bring you to life
I ended that and brought breath to monstrosity.
The outlet that's been chosen
was chosen by you, and pain.
Pain is not for the soulless.

Now it is you who labors over yourself.
Sweating to become intangible;
waging war upon yourself,
bleeding,
to stay that way.

The Earth's Immune System

Ask any one. They'll tell you if they could, they would definitely find the cure for cancer. Or AIDs, or hepatitus. It's morally appreciated to wish that no human have to suffer an unncessary death.
With the population growing as rapidly as they are, it may be a good thing.
Today, I flipped this moral into something different. I thought about it, under the inspiration of the words "I believe the human race is a virus."
Take a look at people in Kenya. They are one of the most rapidly populating countries in the world. Soon they will be three times as populated as Europe. With this rapid growth, there's thousands of people, running around in a country ravaged with AIDs, a high infant morality rate, and shortened life spans.
Yes, yes - "an utter catastrophe." But without these epidemics, what would the population look like? Without these deaths, how many more people would still be alive, using up necessary resources, taking up occupations, and reproducing?
I'm an advocate of the theory, that AIDs is infecting people as rapidly as it finds NECESSARY. Mind you, that is not to say that AIDs is a single thinking individual, or that this is not a tragic fate. I will say again, that AIDs appears to be infecting people as rapidly as necessary, for human survival. Every 6 of 9 women in Kenya are infected with AIDs. That means that 6 of 9 women will live to be age 50. There is still time for them to reproduce, to live a full life- but it's almost as though AIDs is helping the earth become neutral- to control the population, even.
With our newer technologies in health advances, we're helping older generations last longer, meaning that yes, those 100 year olds ARE still using our resources, and no I'm not saying no one loves the 101 year old man, but think back to the 1800's.
No one lived past 30! Slowly we increased our immortality, and now, older generations are using our resources, along with the rest of us. Older generations, babies, children and adults are living healthier lives. Longer lives, more resources used, more waste produced, healthier people living longer producing more healthy people. And we wonder how to fix the water-shortages, and the over populations.
Cancer, AIDs, SIDs all help Earth control the population.
Like an immune system, fighting off a virus.

Lucky Enough to Say Almost

Your kiss is stuck to my lips
your breath is etched on my skin.
I've never scrubbed so hard,
knowing acid couldn't wash away your sin.

Mom always told me to be careful who I trust
I always said that I knew, I'd been there before,
but I guess I didn't know,
because it's nothing like it was then.

Everything feels different,
everything I stood for,
all my life,
you tried ripped away in an instant.

Everything strength I thought I had
was shredded at your touch.

Be careful who you trust,
or you'll be another statistic who learned the hard way.
Another statistic,
and not some one lucky enough to say
that it was just
'almost'.

Get Nervous

Aching muscles release their grip
as the waves rush to greet
to meet me.

Sleep calls me by my name, sounding
more than seductive.

Pitch by pitch.
Note by note.
Serenity graces me
with relaxation.

The sweetest kind
I've ever touched.
The gentlest touch,
that's ever graced me.

The barrier between meditation and my life
is gone.

Coexisting inside my anxiety.

Bleeding Mascara

Eyes that are hard to keep down,
she is the eptiome
of good and evil-
everything that's beautiful.
She's captivating.
With each kill
she draws him near.
So forgiving when it's over.
Heartache is indifferent
when it's over.
Her heart bleeds
synchronized
like her mascara runs.
It's all so easy to reapply-
when he dies-
it's over.
He scavages in limbo,
she walks the earth.
Both stranded.
Her eyes flicker.
She's fickle in choice.
But it's so easy to reapply when he dies.

We are Beautiful

Beautiful - in her own ways,
she never sees it, she won't admit.
She observes - compares
herself,
to her... and her... and her.
Envious of every Jane her eyes falter to:
Why can't I...
Why not me?
I have to be.
Struggling, daily, to change,
instead of accepting.
Wanting, craving to be, really anything
else.
Not because "the media" portrays what's beautiful,
but simply because she doesn't feel good
enough.
Good enough for what? For who?
Not a possible lover, nor any one else,
but simply to be pleased with her own reflection.
The one goal she strives for,
every day
is the one goal that becomes harder to maintain:
Changing, shifting, with her mood,
becoming harder to move,
as her contempt for herself,
and her jealousy of others,
consumes her.
Beautiful.